Thursday, January 29, 2015

afford loam cowbell

This is advice for ME, not an admonition.


“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.” 


It's amazing how my stats rise when there's a snowstorm!  Love it when you're stuck inside and surfing around.  Welcome.  (Squirrels at the bottom of this post!)  Today here's a picture of the sweater I finished the other day.  It took four days to dry while I was blocking it-  finally brought it home and stuck it in the dryer.  This is from 'Darn Good Yarn'-  I purchased a pattern that tuned out to have only one armhole and no amount of origami folding would make it into something wearable so I ripped it all out and made it up as I went along.  Then I called the owner who checked and had left out one whole page of directions.  So that's corrected now.  It seemed a bit skimpy so I added the big cable all around the edge and now it seems too heavy but what-the-hell, I'll take it to Boston.  The yarn is all stripped silk from sari manufacture  and not a whole lot of fun to work with on size 19 needles because there is no stretch.  Anyway, it kept me occupied for a few days, and even longer to block the bloody thing.  My Boho Phase reemerging.



I've already started working on another sweater from leftovers, the Koigu tee shirt sweater.  Mostly browns, rust, and oranges, sorta like my hair.  Stay tuned.


And FINALLY the Christmas presents arrived, only a month late, so I must get them off to their recipients.  This SMOOSH yarn from Etsy is spectacular and comes in a kit with gigantic needles and all kinds of different directions.  I am sending along to see if either wants to learn how to knot OR I will offer tomato it up for them to order.  







 The Chinese artist and activist Ai Weiwei currently has an exhibition on Alcatraz, the notorious island used as a military fortress and federal penitentiary. Amongst a large body of work created specifically for Alcatraz is “Blossom,” which has been installed in several hospital ward cells and medical offices. And as its name suggests, intricately detailed encrustations of ceramic flowers are blossoming out of sinks, toilets and tubs that were once used by hospitalized prisoners.





 If bones are your thing, then you need to get down to Guadalajara and check out ‘Hueso’, the classy new restaurant that features over 10,000 different bones adorning its walls. Hueso (which translates to Bone in Spanish) is the brain child of Mexican architect Ignacio Cadena.
The existing building was originally built in the 1940s. Now the exterior sports a variety of ceramic tiles and zig zag patterns that are intended to resemble sewing patterns. The only clue to the bone filled interior is the one bone hanging on the front door, but once inside, the full range of bone decor is revealed. Many examples are real and some are made from cast aluminum. While it may seem a bit morbid to dine in such an environment, the ambiance actually comes across as clean and comfortable thanks to many of the bones being bleached or white washed to match the bright interior.



Squirrels in love.  Or something.

Monday, January 26, 2015

cliquer etail cottony



“We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” 


TY got out of Boston this morning, just in time to miss the huge storm blowing in, described as 'epic' and 'historical' by the newscaster I watched in Boston last night.  Too bad TY won't get bragging rights to the story but we still hold on the the Blizzard of '78 as our own.  I hope my kids don't have a similar story to talk about for almost 40 years!  He is on route now and I'm making a big pot of soup to feed him tonight, just like we are IN the storm.  Instead we have a doggie running session out on the golf course, a secret dog park where all the dog parents meet and watch for each others dogs to poop so they can 'correct' them.  A mean bunch out there with their wine and cheese served from the back of a golf cart!  Pepper runs like a wildebeest for about 5 minutes and then collapses in a heap exhausted.  Molly is a bit standoffish but is very curious about the other dogs and tries very hard to play-  something she doesn't have a clue how to do.  Within a few more minutes, Pepper decides to go home and the only way he knows is right down the center of the road-  and that would be ME frantically chasing after him.  As he gets more familiar with where he is he picks up speed and makes it home way ahead of me, so far not squashed by oncoming traffic.  A mind of his own, and he likes to be home!  

Anyway, long dog story to say we will eat soup tonight.

Another house showing yesterday.  I got the dogs out ahead of time and headed to the studio where I got a few hours of work in.  Unfortunately when I got home the people were still here poking through my underwear drawers (in my imagination), and I watched them leave from a vantage pint down the street.  They left the house and immediately got in their card=s and were off.  I figured they didn't like it because when most people see a house they like they step back in the driveway and point and chat with each other over one feature or another.  Didn't happen.  I got in the courtyard and discovered I hadn't dumped TY's cigar ashtray and big butt.  People don't LIKE to know anybody smoked a cigar on this street, let alone so close to inside the house! OOPS.  Inside I had put both dog bowls in the sink to wash and stash in the dryer, but forgot in my frenzy to hit the studio.  They were still there, full of water and loose crud.  OOPS again.  

The feedback was that they loved the place, everything about it, 
even the cigar on the patio...  
Show me the money.  

This is what happens when two friends go off together without telling me-  they send me a picture of themselves waving and going any nah nah nah-nah.  So I get even by posting them here.  Kind of looks like they are mimes trying to get out of that invisible box, doesn't it?



Speaking of Mimes, and skills people should forget permanently, when is the last time you were faces with QUILLING?



These astonishing renderings of symmetrically designed carpets are the beginning of a new paper sculpture series by artist Lisa Nilsson who arranges quilled strips of hand-cut mulberry paper at remarkably small scale.

 OK, nice Quilling, eh?  But how about working with something a bit more rigid, like, say... plywood!   Bet you'd have to really hunt out artists whose material of choice is this:




Using the precise cutting head of a CNC machine, artist Michael Anderson carves incredibly beautiful geometric patterns and textures into pieces of plywood. Each pass of the machine reveals the layers of Anderson’s source material, adding contour lines that emphasize the ups and downs of each design.
“I’m interested in using this technology to express art through form, texture and spatial experience,” Anderson says.
His work is a mesmerizing combination of old-school materials and modern technology. To create each carved panel, he uses programed algorithms to direct paths for the machines head, then he cleans up any rough edges with a bit of sanding.


I've got to go, so I'll end this here with a final finale of taxidermy at it's most creative:
(I hope you forgive me the chipmunk, but it's such a special piece...)
YEE HA!!!

Saturday, January 24, 2015

bevel eavesdropping catawba





“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart...no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” 


HORRORS!  You might begin to question the logic of your thinking if something significant happens now that isn't part of your well-constructed master plan. Narrowing your focus and finishing up old business accomplishes a lot more than chasing dreams. Leave your long-term goals for another day; keep bringing your attention back to the practical realities of the present moment where the rubber meets the road.  
OK, I will focus.  Things are all over the map lately, feeling like I ADHD and my mind is always on to the next thing!  

Already I have solved the lanai door issue AND the garage carriage light issue-  the term 'whatevah' seems to work when it's a brain cluttering question of no perceived importance!  So that's what I left the construction manager with as I zoomed off to the studio.


Some unknown people having fun without me.  Dammit.

SOOO, today I will get the second quilt ready to mail to the Textile Museum show, though I don't have their calendar of important dates yet.  It needs an additional sleeve or perhaps just a stick to keep one of the round parts from flappin'.  I am thinking I can fix it easily, perhaps with just a velcro stick to hold it a bit more rigid.  I'll have to sew on an extra yoyo barnacle here and there to hide it, no big deal.  I already have 2 'D' rings on the back that work just fine for my hanging purposes but doubt they want to bang 2 extra nails into their walls for me.

I also got the new sweater jacket made from the green silk stripped yarn blocked.  I have a feeling it will be DAYS before it dries, it's so thick in places.  I must remember to go tomorrow and turn it over and place it on a dry towel on the rack so more air can reach it's deep places.

Second order of business, while I sit here sewing and watching 'Breaking Bad', will be to pull some yarns out for a tee shirt pattern I KNOW is around here some where.  I'll hunt it down during a drug bust or brutal murder.  Meanwhile I'll work on checking I have enough yarns to start work on the next home-based project-  I can't stand not having something in the works for evenings.  Later, yes, I got the sweater underway last night.  Stared casting on and four hours later I was trying to unclamp myself because I hadn't moved other than those busy fingers.  I think they made knitting movements in my sleep.

Today, in celebration of my acceptance, I've got a couple of lace covered objects, mostly upcycled or recycled but some are intentional.  Bless their hearts.
lace piano

lace covered boots tutorial

lace and leather bags

lace and light taxidermy

is this or is this not a real granny chair?

black lace, sexy pumpkin

doily lamp shades

crocheted rocks, you never know when you'll need one.

bellbottoms worn over green underpants

pretty lace bottle pants

lace and whatever covered chairs

Mason jar covers

and a particular edge embellishment that pretty much makes this doily.

And another gift from the universe-  a watercolor squirrel and bra.  i wonder what that story might be



Thursday, January 22, 2015

adhesive companion poison


“Creativity takes courage. ” 


Busy day here-  I got to the Plumbing showroom and cancelled a bunch of expensive stuff, yet ended up withy a bunch of things I like better, or at least enough!  Saved pile of money and kept things in check so that worked out really well.  And there I was in West Palm a few blocks from the annual Fine Arts Fair, with two free possession my pocket!  So I went.  Unfortunately I got there a bit too early and rather than take a nap on a bench like a homeless person, I went across the street to City Place.  There I poked around the shoppes until the fair opened so back I went and enjoyed looking at the art.  A few of the things were being recycled as I had seem them before.  And there were a few things I really liked, but I didn't want to buy anything as I had just whined my way OUT of spending money.  I'll buy some art when I SELL some art-  my usual policy.

And walking through the place I was DUMBSTRUCK to see this:
                   
On the left, the pink one, is an artist's work on convex acrylic with a leaf design background and crows surrounding the figure.  On the right is 'Eight is for Grief', a quilt of mine from 1990, nude figure surrounded by 8 crows.  His lights up with a bulb behind the sheet of acrylic, mine lights up with the gold fabrics and symbols   Geesh, in the photo they aren't so close, but in person they are the same thing?!  Who do I sue?    

I didn't get home until after three, but I still have another free ticket to use so I may go back to walk the aisles in a different direction to see what I missed.







It’s no secret that Melbourne-based artist Phil Ferguson is fond of food. After all, giant slices of crocheted pizza, cracked eggs, bacon, hot dogs, and much more are strapped onto the top or side of his head. They take the form of decorative hats and costumes that frame the wearer’s face, and their larger-than-life scale makes them a delight. 

wee crocheted squirrel with a teased tail